It wasn't that Flying Dragon was feeling nostalgic, but rather that he was a bit unsettled inside.
He knew exactly what kind of temper Lord Shen had—the sort who could kill without batting an eye. If he still had value, that was fine, but the moment he became useless, his ending would probably be dire.
Seizing control from within? Flying Dragon had entertained that thought a few times, but in the end he always gave up quickly on his own. He simply didn't have the guts—and couldn't think of a single chance of winning. If he failed, his entire family would be doomed. The risk was just too high.
So, clinging tightly to a powerful backer was still the safest course.
Back when he was scraping by, he'd never thought of leaving anything for his family. As long as they had meat to eat, he figured he'd done right by his wife and kids. But now, Flying Dragon kept wondering if it was possible for his children to live differently than he had.
